well i think the time has come to tell you everything my mind has thought.
these have been the most boring two weeks.
this morning i woke up late, only to find that someone locked the outside bathroom door and the cleaning lady wasn't able to get in. That was ok with me because I hate waking up late and finding the cleaning lady here, i feel awkward, like i should help her or something. anyways, i had a can of coors light from the back fridge for breakfast. no one ever uses that fridge. it wont be missed. then i took a long shower and decided i wanted to buy some jewelry, so i went to the mall and ended up spending like $70 on cheap jewelry that i probably won't wear past the summer. anyways, i leave the mall craving a chocolate dipped ice cream cone. i remember that place on fourth street has some. so i go to froster's freeze at like 2pm in the blazing 98 degree weather to get a chocolate dipped cone. then i feel like getting a book, so i stop by the public library. i couldnt go in until i finished my ice cream so i sat outside by the steps. it reaked of urine. inside i decided to reread brave new world, but they three copies they owned were 1) missing 2) lost 3) out. ok. well thats dandy. so i get walden two and now that i think about it, i would much rather read catcher in the rye. ohwhatfuckingever. i'm total wanton status today. i wanted to go swimming, but our pool lacks clorine. it apparently has too much phosphite or some shit, so i did go swim. my mom calls me and asks me if maggie was done cleaning, and i told her the bathroom was locked. my mom freaks because we're having company for dinner, so she asks me to clean the downstairs. i put on an amazing playlist consisting of sufjan stevens, as tall as lions, the little miss sunshine soundtrack, rufus wainwright, and [the] arcade fire. i drink another coors and sweep, mop, and vacuum the downstairs. i even put a load of towels in the washer. i washed the dishes and downed another coors, alcoholic status. alone. now i'm sitting at my desk in my room writting about my hilarious day. i dont care if you dont think its hilarious. i think it was. i may also be a little drunk tho.
this morning i woke up late, only to find that someone locked the outside bathroom door and the cleaning lady wasn't able to get in. That was ok with me because I hate waking up late and finding the cleaning lady here, i feel awkward, like i should help her or something. anyways, i had a can of coors light from the back fridge for breakfast. no one ever uses that fridge. it wont be missed. then i took a long shower and decided i wanted to buy some jewelry, so i went to the mall and ended up spending like $70 on cheap jewelry that i probably won't wear past the summer. anyways, i leave the mall craving a chocolate dipped ice cream cone. i remember that place on fourth street has some. so i go to froster's freeze at like 2pm in the blazing 98 degree weather to get a chocolate dipped cone. then i feel like getting a book, so i stop by the public library. i couldnt go in until i finished my ice cream so i sat outside by the steps. it reaked of urine. inside i decided to reread brave new world, but they three copies they owned were 1) missing 2) lost 3) out. ok. well thats dandy. so i get walden two and now that i think about it, i would much rather read catcher in the rye. ohwhatfuckingever. i'm total wanton status today. i wanted to go swimming, but our pool lacks clorine. it apparently has too much phosphite or some shit, so i did go swim. my mom calls me and asks me if maggie was done cleaning, and i told her the bathroom was locked. my mom freaks because we're having company for dinner, so she asks me to clean the downstairs. i put on an amazing playlist consisting of sufjan stevens, as tall as lions, the little miss sunshine soundtrack, rufus wainwright, and [the] arcade fire. i drink another coors and sweep, mop, and vacuum the downstairs. i even put a load of towels in the washer. i washed the dishes and downed another coors, alcoholic status. alone. now i'm sitting at my desk in my room writting about my hilarious day. i dont care if you dont think its hilarious. i think it was. i may also be a little drunk tho.